Body shaking, eyes crying poison though some may call them tears
locked in a cave a mind full of hate stripped from images of my childhood. Staring blankly as black clouds roll on by, Forming patterns of demons and the fear that lies behind my eyes, Reaching out to touch I’m a ghost, a hologram. I’m not real... my soul is of tar and my heart you broke when you crushed its glass surrounding with the words “I don’t love you†the sharp edge of the broken glass pierces my lungs and its getting harder to breath. This emotion never stops, so why should I stop loving you? Or hating you for my love is hate and my hate is our love... torture dawns upon me creeping further and further inside my veins every time I scream. You’re playing the supporting role in the movie of my life. Only you’re not support you’re the killer! I tried to survive in a world so abnormal to my own...i didn’t try hard enough...the blood of a rose is black with criticism and the violence you caused with your hurt filled words. You didn’t succeed in killing me, you only killed me quicker.
